Slap!
I gave a good slap to the bleak-eyed girl, causing her cheek to redden with fingerprints.
I wasn't holding back my actions as this girl could have sliced my neck off me if I was weak.
She was highly dangerous.
I didn't care if she sacrificed her rationale, lost her mind, or was suffering from trauma. She wielded her sword to cut me into pieces, she at least needed to suffer some pain to pay the price for it.
"..."
The bleak-eyed girl's eyes opened with my hit. Yet, she didn't show any sign of discomfort or pain.
It was strange.
Her wrist had a serious fracture and just now she got a slap. She should have shown a sign of pain or two but no, there wasn't even a sign of enduring or suppressing the pain.
'Does she have a problem with her pain receptors?'
"Don't you feel any pain?"
"...I do."
"It doesn't seem like you are in pain though?"
The bleak-eyed girl shrugged. "This pain is nothing."
'Damn! She is cool.'
Her bleak, sleepy eyes turned to her wrist and said:
"It would be hard to hold sword though."
She talked like holding a sword was more important than her wrist.
"You seem to have calmed down."
"Yes."
[No.]
"I see. Now that you are calm, tell me why you attacked your classmate and me?"
"It wasn't intentional." The bleak-eyed girl answered but in her mind, she answered more detail.
[I wouldn't do that if he and you didn't touch me suddenly.]
"Trying to cut someone in half was not intentional huh? Then can I snap your neck and then proclaim that it wasn't intentional on my part?" I pressed her further.
"..."
The bleak-eyed girl remained silent while her mind didn't.
[Sure, I don't mind.]
"..."
The corners of my twitched as my eyes slid over her pale, unblemished neck.
'It would be nice to s—!'
Pinching my thigh, I chased away the dark, unnecessary thoughts and looked into her eyes.
[Why is he looking at my eyes? Is he suspicious? Why? I perfectly acted like kids at my age?]
[I didn't kill or torture someone and didn't get close to the hero, saintess, princes, and princesses. Is there a reason for his suspicion? I just attacked him. That is all.]
"..."
'Really? Like, aren't there any normal students in the "Royal" class? Attacking someone of my caliber is a crime punishable by death. Does she not know this?'
[Oh, right. We don't know each other at this time at all. He must be thinking of me as an assassin.]
While thinking like this, the bleak-eyed girl searched her pocket with her other hand.
[Where was my special mana herb cigarette?]
'...'
[Oh right, one of the professors confiscated them...]
Her eyes lost a part of their shine as she let her head fall on the cushion.
While reading the bleak-eyed girl's thoughts, only one thing passed my mind.
'She is suitable for being an inspector. '
Although I just got to know her, the bleak-eyed girl already ticked all of the requirements of being an inspector under me.
Skilled, can torture, has no common sense, funny in the head, and has addiction that can be used when you are stressed.
Suddenly I slapped myself. The thought of recruiting her to my team was attractive enough to make me lose my sight.
For a moment I missed the part where she thought about "We don't know each other at this time at all."
What did she mean about this?
Will we going to be acquaintances or more in the future?
According to her words, attacking me was alright for her in the future.
'Now that I think about it, I won't take her into my team. I don't really want to be attacked by her occasionally.'
My thoughts strayed for a moment as I quickly recovered them.
'Wait, can she see the future? Or is it similar to prophecy? Or a prophetic dream? A vision of the future?'
Or...
'Or a delusional girl.'
Further investigation was needed if this girl was delusional or a real deal.
'Though I confirmed that she is a real deal depressed.'
"Do you have anything more to add? If not, I will now decide your punishment."
"...It wasn't intentional. I got scared because of the sudden touch." The bleak-eyed girl confessed after hearing the word 'punishment'.
I nodded.
I already understood that she had a trauma and wasn't good with touch. So, when I put my hand on her shoulder while she wasn't expecting, she for some reason, expected a threat to her life and instinctively drew her sword.
Hence, I decided to let her off the hook.
"Alright, for a month you will be under my supervision. I will watch you over to see if you are a danger to the other students.
"Okay." The bleak-eyed girl nodded with acceptance.
Dipping my hand into my jacket, I took out the flask 3rd manager gave me.
Opening the lid, a very heavy scent of alcohol hit my nose and caused my head to go dizzy for a moment.
I left the living room to find the kitchen and grabbed a glass.
Filling more than 3/4th of the glass with water, I poured a dozen drops of the red liquid which was made of more than 90% alcohol.
"Do you have any problem with alcohol?" I asked the bleak-eyed girl.
"I don't." She replied with her usual monotone tone and asked. "Why?"
"This has healing properties and alcohol. I only have this, so go ahead." I answered and gave her the cup.
"Wait." I stopped before she drank it. "What is your name and the room number."
"Estrid. Room 00."
After confirming that the bleak-eyed girl, Estrid, answered honestly. I let her drink the mix.
Gulp.
Estrid's pale face slightly flushed after drinking the mix in one gulp, and small cracking sounds came from her fractured wrist.
While this was happening, she hesitantly opened her mouth while sitting on the couch.
"Do you have any cigars?"
'...'
"No, why?"
"I have sleep problems and this healing seems will last quite a bit, I don't want to stay awake through."
'Oh, a fellow sleep disordered?'
I smiled lightly.
'What is she? My younger and female version?'
"So, you want to sleep, right?"
"Yes."
"Then I will help you to sleep."
"Thank—"
Before Estrid completed her sentence, I hit her head hard enough to make her faint, then I sent her to the healing room of the academy with a note that said "Estrid, room 00, needs rest for the day. By Assistant Professor Caelum Achard."
*******
A few hours later, I got called to the principal's room. In front of me was an old man with a long beard, hiding behind the wall of smoke caused by a tobacco wooden pipe.
"Your pay will be cut." The principal said mercilessly.
'Nooooooooooooo!'
My pay, I couldn't save you....
A small tear slid from my eye.